So we ushered in the official fall season by making the annual pilgrimmage to one of the most fabled, most famous, most epic rides in all of North America:
Monarch Crest Trail...
A trail that begins its easterly meanderings from the summit of Monarch Pass, at 11,300ft elevation....
Ribbon-thin singletrack eases its way across alpine tundra for the first 7 or so miles of this 3 hour heaven-on-earth before plunging 2500ft to the town of Poncha Springs, far below....
Single file, we rode these miles wherever the trail would go. A thin layer of wet snow hiding in the shadows from the night before would reveal the onset of fall most deliberately...
This ride would mark another pivotal event for me. As I commonly do around September: I'd do it on a bike with one gear...
To say I have a love-hate relationship with my singlespeed is an understatement. But on a ride such as this it was absolute bliss...
It's just something you gotta do. There's just nothing like gazing down upon planet Earth from these heights to generate such a rosy glow...
So let me ask you what would you rather do? Spend a Saturday bleeding out your eyeballs while riding around in circles for 60 minutes? Or this...............
Fall's here, people...........grab it.............
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